My Night With A Goddess - My First Transexual Experience - Sex Stories

My Night With A Goddess - My First Transexual Experience

... out of my head. My heart skips a beat whenever the sweet hourglass shape of her body leaps into my head, which is quite often. Those rose-red juicy lips, her voluminous wavy brown hair, those starry amber eyes.

Ugh

I let out a quiver of delight throughout my entire body. Trying to settle the fluttering butterflies in my stomach, I clench my fist. She’s the only reason I’d return to a run-down place like this. I’d climb the highest mountain, swim the longest ocean–

Stop thinking about her! It will only drive you crazier,I internally shout to myself.

I’ve never had any feelings for another female in my life. But she is so different. What is it about her that drives me crazy, that makes me drool?

You don’t even know her, and she doesn’t know you, my internal debate continues. You just shared this…remarkable, spark-generating stare together two weeks ago. Yeah, remarkable in your eyes, in hers, however, I was most likely a weirdo. Just get your mind on something else. But those legs, those breasts, begging to burst out of her tight white tank top, the way she moved her body.

Ah!

My face goes red, and I move my legs around quickly, hoping no one notices my sudden beet-red complexion. The upper inside of my thighs feels moist and wet. I grit my teeth and shut my eyes in frustration.

Well, you did it again… That’s what happens. You can’t even contain yourself when you think of her. What would happen if you were actually intimate with her? Time to ...

... go.

Glancing at my phone, I notice it's approaching midnight. Another fruitless evening down the drain. With a sense of desolation, I rise, hanging my head and draping my glossy leather bag over my bare shoulder. But with my face toward the disgusting floor, I barely register the three men from the pool table heading directly towards me. They intercept me before I can escape through the exit. A swift scan around the bar lets me know that if I found myself in trouble, I couldn't rely on this crowd for assistance. My eyes fix on the beady-eyed man in the middle, gruff-looking and dawning a stupid-looking skullcap. He crosses his arms while pushing out his so-called ‘muscles’ in his biceps as if it helps make him look any less ugly. The other two, wearing dark sunglasses indoors, tell me all I need to know about what kind of guys they are.

“Leaving so soon?” the man with the skull cap says, looking me up and down like a piece of meat.

His words crawl up my spine like a herd of fire ants. My instincts tell me I should leave right away. I try to push my way in between them, but they lock shoulders, preventing me from a successful exit.

“Yeah Mac, I think she’s trying to leave,” the shorter one says, who was missing three, maybe four teeth.

“I was…” I look to my right, hoping to distract them somehow. “Just about to play pool with somefriends actually.”

They look around skeptically with suspicious expressions. “Don’t look like your friends have arrived yet. Why don’t you play ...